…I am ever cheating time

As I sit alone in quiet contemplation
my eyes behold a scene that only I can see
the night falls upon me, in frozen shades of blue
shadows are lengthening, slowly covering my face
crowding my soul, but in my mind’s eye a door is opening
I step into a place where the cold falls, like the silence falls
and now is but memory, a faded dream
where reality is soft and warm breezes blow
gentle, like a breath upon my skin
a single beautiful rose fragrant in its solitude
a sun kissed meadow, my love by my side
a quiet heart still beating, a promise unspoken
a long path to follow, the future unfolding
everything lies before us, the world becomes memory
time is generous, moment by moment
filling my cup to overflowing
life is like a butterfly, unconcerned with clocks
ever quietly floating from one blossom to another
hovering over moments, as though they might last forever
the fragile nature of time, hidden
by the honeyed taste of the sublime and even now, I dally here
lingering in the hush, half here half gone
and in my own way, I am ever cheating time
© Ann Bagnall